Pain killer, what else can you do?
Lying here on this hot summr night
I’m tingling from limb to limb
Hands swollen, head swollen
Teeth caved in
Nose hanging over like Mount Rushmore
Everything throbbing, hot with the
Pain juice. Head aching, tired of all
This, ready for Love and Life-
If they were here, would this pain
Sit with them?
The aspirin beckons from the drawer
But if I pull the blind on pain
Who’ll guard the view? Who’ll
Know when sun’s up or down?
Who’ll see the daisies in the compost
Heap? Not me, here, inside my
Aspirin room of fake sleep,
Dull rest.
[Written 18th August 2009]
Being Every Day 